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Thomas 29
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
you, please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
matter offensive.
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-- Chapter Twenty-Nine
Thomas lay there, lost in memories and emotions until the sun moved
directly overhead. Noticing its position, he glanced at his watch.
"Damn," he thought, "It's lunchtime. Mrs. Raster said she and Louanne
would be going to the hospital after lunch."
He scrambled through the trees again, not caring if anyone saw him.
He ran as fast as he could to Louanne's house, hoping they had not left
yet. Arriving at the house, his panic subsided upon seeing the car
still in the driveway. Breathless, he rang the bell.
"My god Thomas, you look terrible," Mrs. Raster said, opening the
door. "I tried calling your house, but there was no answer. I was
starting to worry something had happened to you."
"I'm okay," he replied. "I kinda just walked around this morning,
thinking. I only just realized the time, and rushed over here."
"But I thought you said you were going home this morning?" she
asked, still concerned.
"I needed some time to think. And I always think better when I'm
walking," he lied in reply. He just couldn't tell her about the
argument with his mother.
"Well, I was just fixing lunch. Why don't you join us? After, I'll
call the hospital to make sure they'll let us visit Debbie."
Thomas agreed and followed her to the kitchen. He found Louanne
sitting there, still looking as if she had only stopped crying.
"Oh Thomas," she said, jumping up to go to him. She wrapped her
arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"It's okay, Lou. Everything will be okay," he said, hoping it was
true.
Mrs. Raster served lunch, and the three of them ate in silence.
Once the lunch dishes were cleared away, they left for the hospital.
Louanne held Thomas' hand. She squeezed so tightly, it hurt. But he
didn't dare break the contact, afraid she would start crying again.
At the hospital, Mrs. Raster went to the reception desk. Obtaining
the room number, she led them to the elevators. Thomas felt
uncomfortable being in the hospital. He didn't like the smell and all
the sick people walking around in hospital gowns. Or worse, moving
around in wheel chairs. If he wasn't seeing Debbie, he'd never come
here.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Thomas saw Debbie's father
sitting outside one of the rooms. The man looked tired, his shoulders
slumped, his face drawn. Hearing them approached, he looked up.
Seeing Mrs. Raster, he stood and moved slowly toward her.
"Oh Bert. I'm so sorry," she said, embracing him. "How is Debbie?"
"Oh Sue, I'm going crazy. My baby is in there, hurt. And somewhere
out there, some animal is roaming around free. If I could just get my
hands on the bastard."
"Let the police do their job. You're place is here with her. How
is she?"
"The doctors say she'll be okay, physically. The bastard cut her
real good with a knife or something. She has a cracked rib, and a ton
of bruises. But the doctors say there's nothing too serious,
physically. But mentally? I dunno. She's suffering from shock.
They've had shrinks going in and out of there all day long. Basically,
they're keeping her quiet. Sometimes she gets so upset, they give her
a shot to quiet her down."
"Has she said anything about what happened? Or who did this to
her?"
"No. Every time they try to get her to talk about it, she gets
upset. That's when they end up giving her the shot. If she'd only
tell them who it was. So we could catch the son of a bitch. If I can
get my hands on him, he'll never . . ."
"Calm down Bert. Getting yourself all worked up won't help Debbie.
I know it's hard, but you need to be here when she needs you."
"Oh Sue. I know you're right. But I feel so helpless. I can't do
anything for her. And I can't do anything about finding that bastard."
Bert noticed Thomas and Louanne for the first time. "Who's he?" he
said, indicating Thomas.
Sue motioned Thomas to come closer. "This is Thomas Wright. He's a
good friend of Louanne and Debbie. Thomas, this is Mr. Williams,
Debbie's father."
Thomas was nervous. Not sure what to do, he simply said "Sir", and
offered his hand.
"A friend of Debbie's?" Bert said as he shook Thomas' hand. "Can't
say I remember her mentioning you. But then again, she never did say
much about her friends to me. Has she known you long?"
"Well, er . . ." Thomas stammered.
Mrs. Raster came to his rescue. "He goes to school with the girls.
Matter of fact, he's tutoring Louanne in history. I asked him to come
along so he could keep Louanne company."
"Oh," Bert replied, not really listening.
"Do you think it would be okay if the kids looked in on Debbie?
Louanne really wants to see her."
"I dunno. I think she's still sleeping."
"We won't wake her, sir," Thomas said."
"Oh please, Mr. Williams," Louanne begged."
"Why don't you and I go get a coffee, or something?" Mrs Raster
suggested. "The kids won't disturb her, I'm sure. And you look as if
you could do with a change of scenery."
Bert reluctantly agreed, and allowed Sue to lead him to the
elevators. Thomas and Louanne quietly entered Debbie's room. They
stepped around a privacy curtain to see Debbie lying there, sleeping.
"My God," Louanne cried out, seeing Debbie. She buried her face
against Thomas' chest, and started to sob. He held her tightly, trying
to comfort her.
He was shocked seeing Debbie like this. She had tubes sticking in
her arm. Her face was badly bruised, her lips swollen and cut. He
could see a bandage on one shoulder, peeking out from her hospital
gown. Even her knees were badly scraped. He shuddered to think how
she got all those injuries.
"Who could have done that to her?" Louanne whispered in horror.
"How could anyone be that mean, that cruel?"
Thomas couldn't answer her. He knew if he tried to speak, he'd
start crying. He understood the anger he had heard in Mr. William's
voice. He'd kill whoever did this, if he could, too. Even in sleep,
Debbie's expression was one of terror. As if she could still see the
animal who did this to her.
Silently, they stood at the foot of her bed. Thomas relaxed his
hold on Louanne when he realized, in his anger, he was squeezing her.
But, as if in answer to his feelings, she hugged him even more tightly.
Sue Raster came to into the room. She hugged both of them as she
gazed upon Debbie's sleeping form. She gently pushed them out of the
room, saying, once they were in the hall, "We really have to go. Don't
want to over stay our welcome."
"But Mom, I want to stay with her," Louanne said.
"I'll bring you both up again tomorrow," her mother responded.
"There's nothing we can do for her right now. Besides, I think the
doctors want to see her."
Walking to where Debbie's father sat, she said, "We're going now,
Bert. You really should go home and get some sleep. It won't do her
any good if you make yourself sick."
"I can't, Sue. I wouldn't be able to sleep any better at home. And
at least here, I can see her, be near her."
"Well, if I can do anything, you just call me. And we'll stop by
tomorrow, again. If either of you need anything . . ."
Standing, and giving her a hug, he said, "Thanks Sue. I'll be okay.
I'll see you tomorrow." He hugged Louanne and shook Thomas' hand.
"You kids take care. And don't worry too much. She'll get better.
Sweet God, she has to get better."
Driving home from the hospital, they sat silently, each lost in
thought. When they arrived at Louanne's house, her mother invited
Thomas to come in. He said he had better be getting home.
"You're coming back tomorrow, aren't you?" Louanne asked.
"Sure. What time do you want me to come over?"
"Well, you could come over in the morning. Mom? What time are we
going to the hospital?"
"I have several things I have to do tomorrow. And I think you two
should go to school tomorrow. You don't want to miss too much."
"But Mom, I wanna be with Debbie," Louanne protested.
"You can't spend all day at the hospital with her. And I can't take
you up there until late afternoon at the earliest. No. I think you'd
be better off going to school. Get your mind off this tragedy. I'll
take the two of you up to visit her after school."
Louanne looked very unhappy. But Thomas didn't want to spend
another day wandering around like he had today.
"I'll meet you here tomorrow, and walk you to school," he said.
"Then after, we can come back here to wait for your mother. Okay?"
Louanne reluctantly agreed, seeing she really had no other choice.
Mrs. Raster asked Thomas if he wanted to stay for supper. Thomas
thanked her, but said he really should be getting home. He thought to
himself, he still had his mother to face. And he wasn't really looking
forward to that.
Saying good bye, he headed home. He was thankful that it was still
too early for his mother to be home from work. Nervously, he wondered
if she had gone to work? Would she be waiting for him?
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 29 - by T. F. Yank
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